As filmmaker (not person) Kamran Shirdel died young but his four docu shorts, not pressed down by maturity's profuse turnout, freely survived the chronological infanticide. That cinema can't change the world is poor excuse for early on demise - all arts can question structures that start as revolutions and end as firm-grip, dead-end reterritorialization everywhere - still the precise craft of his films is outstanding
PC. A single act? Censored, forbidden, edited many years after and not completed, its persistence in existing is in accordance with the unusualness of the act and its courage, as well as the exemplarity with which its gaze is structured in creation and investigation. One of the most beautiful films for women ever made.
Kamran Shirdel, working in the tradition of the mother of Iranian cinema, poet Forough Farrokhzad, utilizes poetic singing along with still photography and moving imagery to create one of the most saddest yet poetic documentaries ever. Shirdel's thematic focus on marginalized women in his documentaries presents an oft-ignored portrayal of Iran especially during the Reza Shah's era. A masterpiece.